Things that used to ignite
That feeling which makes singers sing
And writers write
Now serve to annoy
Because I've grown up in-
Not grown out of -
My love for you.
I don't want this to sparkle
And make you fuzz inside,
tricks are cheap
This much I've learned
As I've grown up in my love for you.
The heart calibrates
And leaves you in a junkie's quest
In search for the next flit in your chest
From the proverbial butterflies.
Don't take me wrong
I'm more in love with you
Than I have ever been
It just means something different now
Things that used to ignite
That feeling which makes singers sing
And writers write
Now serve to annoy
Because I've grown up in-
Not grown out of -
My love for you.
I don't want this to sparkle
And make you fuzz inside,
tricks are cheap
This much I've learned
As I've grown up in my love for you.
The heart calibrates
And leaves you in a junkie's quest
In search for the next flit in your chest
From the proverbial butterflies.
Don't take me wrong
I'm more in love with you
Than I have ever been
It just means something different now